First Salvo
a Zootopia fan fiction by Dan

Rated M+

(c) Zootopia 2016 by Disney Animated Studios
(Artist Ownership) Ayden Gull from BRO GULLS by Anti_Dev
(Artist Ownership) “I will Survive by William Borba 2017
(Artist Ownership) Sheath and Knife by Harmarist
(Artist Ownership) Anubis and the Buried Bone by Harmarist
(c) (Artist Ownership) The Kzinti by Larry Niven
(Artist Ownership) Don Carnage Disney’s TAIL SPIN
(Artist Ownership) Ikkey the Fox Kit by Inkbunny;s Ikkey
(Artist Ownership) Master Guns Flash by Inkbunny’s Flash Timberwolf
(Artist Ownership) Characters From Omaha the Cat Dancer Reed Waller 1994
(Artist Ownership) Jag Damien Tiger from Inkbunny’s Fluffy Puffy
(Artist Ownership) Dean Wilson from Animalolympics 1980
(Artist Ownership) Tanya Mousekovitz from American Tail
(Artist Ownership) Blotasky and Perkins from Cat Shit One by Motofume Kobayashi
The Chipmunks and Chipettes (c) from the 1980‘s cartoon series

Chapter 46
“Barukan no hi no hi!” part 7
(The Day of Vulcan’s Fire)

10:50am
18 October 2040
Mass Casualty Aid Station
Dry River, Sahara Square

        Though he hadn’t finished all the Corpsman’s schooling yet...Dori Hopps was getting all the “OJT” (On the Job Training) he might have wanted, or maybe not wanted, and not on computer simulations or rubber dummies...

       He and the others of his class had been assigned to low priority (green card) ambulatory cases. Mammals who could walk in with simple injuries, bone breaks, cuts, lacerations and other injuries that could be quickly patched up. At the moment the bunny was trying to tend to an upset tiger who’d taken a good beating and suffered a few low puncture “shrap” wounds to his body...

       “SWIPE! SWIPE!” The not feeling so fresh big feline swiped at Dori as he tried to clean a laceration would in the poor Tiger’s chest...

       “WHAP!” Dori snatched a rolled up newspaper and tagged the Tiger good on the nose! “If you don’t stop trying to take my head off pal?! I’m gonna show you what a really ticked off rabbit can do to your puss, now QUIT!”

        “Well damn it rabbit?!” The tiger snapped. “That stuff hurts!”

         “It’s medical cleaning agent and betadine solution, did you think it was gonna tickle?” Dori asked as he grabbed a big roll of gauze and a bandage. “Help me put this on you?”

         The Tiger looked around the open parking lot....”They hit us at rush hour...I was lucky to get my car off the highway and jumped into a ditch. Stupid me though...just had to stand my dumb butt up to look and get hit by flying crap.”

         “You’re lucky your mostly muscle...sort of took the wind out of all this “shrap” you took.” Dori said as he clipped the bandage in place.

         “You’re like most military doctors.” The Tiger asked. “Here’s two aspirin, go home and sleep, if your legs fall off? Here’s two more aspirins.”

        “I’m flattered you called me a doctor but I’m not even a full Marine Corpsman yet.” Dori pointed to a place where some mammals had set up a food station. “Get something to drink and eat and stay still for a while. If you need stitches? The paste I put on the wounds will keep the bleeding down and the skin moist so it can take stitches up to six hours from now.”

         The tiger petted Dori on the head. “Sorry for being such a jerk and taking swipes at you.....Doc.”

         “Just don’t try a sprint or a marathon for a while huh?” Dori said as he petted the tiger back.

         Dori turned to see his class mate, a white rabbit named “Roger Rah’bet” walking up with a towel in his paws...”Hey Dori? How many you up to now? I just finished number ten with a broken leg and a crunched tail. You know who’s the second most vane mammal when it comes to tails?”

         “Lions?” Dori replied smirking as he cleaned his paws with soap. “Tell me about it, I had a male lion with a nice head gash and all he could think about was his tail. Half the hair tift at the end of his tail got ripped out right? He’s bleeding all over the place, I’m trying to get a good spot to work on his torn up scalp and he keeps pulling me off and showing me his poor tail, I mean I told the cry baby three times Roger...”The hair’s gonna grow back! Let me fix your head Sir! Sheesh!”

        “Any word from your brothers? Parents?” Roger asked. “I tried my parents and my.......sheesh? How many brothers and sisters do I have?”

        “My parents are fine.” Dori replied. “As for my brothers? I’m sure they’re doing something. Just wish I knew where so I could request to go be with them. Tell me Roger? You come from a brood?”

       “Yeah.....and they’re all swindles and con-hares. We were never close at all. In fact? My brother Larry owes me a hundred still that dirty cheater.”

       Suddenly....a young wolf cub came running up to Dori! “Please?! Are you a doctor?!”

       “Uh....Marine Corpsman.” Dori replied.

       “Close enough! Please?! My grandfather’s been badly injured and I think he’s dying! Please?!” The wolf cub begged as he pulled on Dori’s arm...

      “Roger? You better find a surgeon and tell em we might have an expedite or a red bag coming through!” Dori snapped as he ran behind Morty the wolf cub to where Kawam-ura the Kzinti was sitting and giving off a mournful wail and cry as he held Sancho Ricardo in his arms....

      “Sancho Sama! Sancho Sama! Watashitachi no uragiri o yurushitekudasai! Furukute rippana satsujin o o yurushi kudasai!” Kawam-ura cried out....

        Dori struggled to get past the large Tiger’s arms....”You have to let me look at him! Hey?! Put him down!”

       Morty pulled on Kawam-ura’s arm....”Tomodachi dao! Put him down please?!”

       Kawam-ura lowered the badly blackened, burned and bloody Sancho Ricardo on the ground and continued to wail over him....

       “Bakana hito-tachi! Watashi wa anata no tame ni kore o kesshite yurushimasen! Shinu to jigoku ni moeru!”

       Morty held Kawam-ura’s paw in a hug as Dori Hopps examined Sancho....”It’s going to be alright Kawam-ura Tomodachi.” Morty said softly.

       “Morty?” Sancho said weakly. “Morty my most beloved grandson.”

       Morty collapsed before his Grandfather...”I’m your only grandson Rick! Hang on! Don’t you die on me Gawdess damn you! Don’t you leave me an orphan you son of a bitch!”

      “Not my choice to make kido.” Sancho said weakly. “Your old grand dad’s got a lot of things to atone for....like.....like.....garbage eating. Yup....I admit it. As a wolf? I’m a pathetic garbage can scavenger not a scientist or a respected member of our species. Oh yeah....just one of my most happy vices you know? rummaging through trash cans, seeking out dirty diapers? My sick little decadent secret. But.....but I’m at peace with myself though...it will all be soon past. I shall drift off to my eternal big sleep and ride to the great plains of wolfdum.”

       Sancho shot up into a sit....”And gawd damn you! You so called gawdess of the wolves who lives in the moon! you dirty whore! you filthy wench! how many times did I pray to you and you never gawd damn answered any of them you evil, backstabbing slut! I’m coming! Sancho Ricardo is coming to kick your ass you dirty street walking whore! You filthy mutt! You mange ridden.....”

       “And....the good news is? You’re not dying.” Dori said with a smile and a nod...

       “You herpes infested harpie son of a.....wait.....uh? do what now?” Sancho asked.

       “You’re not going to die Mister Ricardo.” Dori said as he petted Sancho on the chest. “Oh you’re filthy as hell. You have some shallow cuts. You got some burnt fur patches but your skin underneath is a pretty pink. Your breathing is normal and?....some how you’re covered in....(paw finger lick)....red ketchup and Maple syrup? Other than that? you’re very much alive. Unfortunately for you though? You’ll probably be shaved bald because I don’t think we can save your present coat of fur.”

         Sancho’s face went blank and then he tore into poor Morty. “Morty?! What the hell Morty?! You said I was a goner! I was at death’s door! Here I was crafting the most bitching death speech in all mammal history and you bogart’d me Morty! Kawam-ura was adding all the emotional emphasis and now he’s dancing around like a lunatic Morty! Here I was, seeing tomorrow’s headline....”Great Wolf scientist expires, has death scene of the ages!” but nooooooooo now it’s going to read “Ass bald wrinkle butt wolf covered in ketchup and syrup!” Thanks Morty! That’s a gawdess damn lot you little snit! Number one Grandson? Oh no....number one...”I screwed my Grandfather out of a bitchin death scene!”

        Dori Hopps rested a paw on Morty’s shoulder. “Does he need morphine?”

        “He needs a whole damn bag of morphine.” Morty snorted. “I can’t believe it mammal. Everything’s gone to hell and I have to put up with my Grandfather’s raging....but....he is a genius.”

       Suddenly....a coffee cup came flying from no where, smashed into Kawam-ura’s head and sent the Kzinti falling into a medical cart!

       “YOU....BASTARD!” A scream erupted! “YOU DIRTY MURDERING BASTARD!” A Pig squealed and screamed as he came running over Kawam-ura’s body and tried to club him with a pipe! “I’LL KILL YOU!”

       “WHAT THE HELL?!” Morty snapped and snarled as he charged the angry pig and crashed him off Kawam-ura’s body! “GET OFF OF HIM YOU STUPID PORKER!”

        Dori Hopps caught another mammal, an enraged reindeer coming in for a goring charge with his antlers down, by “sling shot’ing” himself off the heavy medical gurney by his powerful rabbit legs and catching the reindeer in the head with his big feet!

        “CRASH!” The reindeer was knocked off ballance and crashed into a medical cabinet! Dori landed on his feet, pulled a 1911 magnum pistol from his holster and drew down against more angry mammals flocking around the injured Kzinti....

        “EVERYONE STOP!” Dori snapped! “SARGENT OF THE GUARD!SARGENT OF THE GUARD POST ON ME!” Dori yelled and soon several Marines showed up with rifles and billy clubs...

         “NOT HERE!” Dori yelled to the crowd of angry mammals. “NOT HERE! NOT NOW! BACK THE FLUCK OFF RIGHT NOW!”

       “HOW DARE YOU PROTECT THAT BUTCHER!” An angry Camel snapped! “MURDERING BASTARD!”

       “THAT?......THAT “THING”! THAT FILTHY PIECE OF SNIT DARED TO SELL US PEACE WHILE THE REST OF ITS’ KIND MURDERS OUR FAMILIES?! OUR CHILDREN?! KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!” An elephant screamed out as he swung a tire iron over his head!

“BOOM!”

        The mob moved closer.....till Dori put a magnum bullet right through the ear of a knife carrying lion! They all froze in horror and not a few pissed themselves in their shaking legs....

        “Which one of you wants the second shot in the chest?” Dori snarled!. “You want to test my abilities to defend my space and those under my care? You want to flirt with a magnum armed Marine Corpsman? Well? Any of you?”

         None of the angry mammals said a word....

        “This is a place for the hurt, the maimed, the dying and the dead!...HOW DARE YOU THREATEN VIOLENCE HERE! This is my space and my responsibility! It is the space of my fellow Marines who will move hell and high water to save who we can and NONE OF YOU have the RIGHT to turn it into your own personal place for REVENGE!....certainly NOT against a mammal who’s innocent! Once again! Do you want to get fluckin froggy and piss me off even more?! If you think you can take on a Marine bunny with a magnum? COME THE FLUCK ON!” Dori stood his ground, his pistol out before him in a combat stance...some one was going to get “dropped” for sure!

       Till one by one....the angry crowd of mammals dropped their clubs and weapons and dispersed till Dori felt safe enough to holster his pistol. Roger Rah’bet came up behind him....

       “You alright?” Roger asked. “That was gutsy as hell.”

       “No....that was stupid.” Dori replied as he turned. “And no....right now? my legs are piss soaked.”

        Dori walked up to Kawam-ura who was sitting with Morty holding a towel to his bleeding head....

       “Domo Arigato Bannie Sama.” Kawam-ura said with a bow.
  
      “Lay down so I can check for a concussion and stitch this cut.” Dori replied. “You must forgive them....this was bound to happen.” Dori said as he checked Kawam-ura’s eyes and looked at the nasty gash. “Can’t expect mammals to be happy when they get things taken away from them like this.”

       “I see no fault in their actions.” Kawam-ura said frowning. “My country-mammals have lost their damned minds.”

       Dori broke out a wrapping compress and a bandage...”What kind of rockets were those? How many does Kzin have?”

       “You’re talking to a simple rice planter.” Kawam-ura replied. “I know nothing of rockets or military things. I can only imagine given the size of my country that they have more than what they’ve thrown so far.”

        Dori sighed deeply...”So they’ll send more for sure?”

        “That?” Kawam-ura replied. “You should very much expect. The hate is hot and the blood lust is running. Please? You must finish so I may quickly find a place of safety...I feel my own disgraceful lusts beginning to well in me.”

         Dori smiled....”Sorry? I don’t offer much of a snack option. But we do have a mobile stockade? Just an option if you need a secure room to “vent” if you catch my meaning.”

        “Most appreciated Banni Dori San.” Kawam-ura said waving a paw. “I would give you a kiss of gratitude but then I’d probably bite your head off.”

Carbobridge Island
The Outback Islands
8am Island time
18 October 2040

      It was D-hour plus three. Three hours since the Kzinti naval bombardment, three hours since the first waves of Kzinti stormed ashore. They were “Rhekosentai” or “Naval Landing Forces” dressed in khaki “butternut” colored uniforms and to a Tanuki...they were monsters! Huge Tigers, with large rifles with even larger bayonets....

      They advanced behind a rolling bombardment from ships out at sea that to Corperal Hashino of the Zootopia Fleet Marine Recon, looked more than a match to any ship Zootopia possessed...

      And they didn’t take prisoners...he saw threw his scope what these long saber toothed maulers did to prisoners. It only added importance to the task Hashino now had at hand....a task requiring cold, mathematical, murdering precision as he and his outback “ranger” partner, a Wallaby named Lachlan, Lay covered up in the thick jungle foliage on Phosphoric Hill. being the high point on the island...Hashino was one of three Tanuki snipers now plying their deadly work against the invaders. At least the Kzinti were being a little accommodating...

      Right off the bat, one thing became obvious. The officers and senior NCO’s in command of units in the Kzinti military seemed to be armed with long and very nice swords, of which the big tigers had no problem pulling them out in display...be it to chop off a poor prisoners head or use it as a sort of direction pointer. It seemed also that the ability to assume command when the most senior Kzinti soldier “got whacked" was something the Kzinti sorely lacked.... for the moment. If they lost their sword swinger? A unit would hesitate to do anything until another sword swinger showed their snoot....so much the better.....

“KABOOM!” The M-14 long magnum rifle barked!

“SHHHHHHHOCK!” The bullet struck home and spun a sword swinger like a top till he dropped out of sight!

“HIT!” Lachlan barked as he saw the red mist fly from the Kizinti officer’s shattered skull. “TARGET!” The Wallaby yelped. “Range....seven five yards. Wind....Two Three knots from the West to East. Up four.....right......three.....”

“KAFOOMP!” “KAFOOMP!” “KAFOOMP!” “KAFOOMP!”

“MORTARS INCOMING!” Hashino yelped as he pulled Lachlan to his side and covered his head as the rounds slammed down close around them!

“I THINK THEY’RE A BIT PISSY MATE!” Lachlan snarled.

“YOU THINK?” Hashino replied. “DISPLACE!”

Hashino stood up, jerked Lachlan to his feet and the two mammals made a short run further up the hillside before dropping back onto their stomachs and quickly setting themselves up for another round of “Pop the big stupid weasel”.

Hashino grabbed his mouth microphone....”Hive two to hive one. Hive two to hive one. You still stinging?”

Sargent Ushijima replied....”Still alive. They are coming thick as fleas on my flank but they slow down when they loose their sword swingers. I just bagged number five.”

“Three for me.” Hashino said as he pulled his binoculars up to his face and scanned the slopes below...”I swear “Jima" they are looking for something more their size. Not one of them is looking down at the ground.”

Ushijima replied. “Good.....get out some pop corn and enjoy the fire works.” The other Tanuki said. Moments later......

“KABOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

A chain of detonated Claymore mines placed in an arc below the summit plowed down a number of Kzinti working their way up the slope!

“That makes it now.....oh......twenty six?” Ushijima snorted. “You owe me two grand there Hash!”

“You can have my nuts....tail hole.” Hashino snorted back. “Come on Lach? Find me a new target please?”

 Elsbane Island, The Capital Island of the Outbacks
The Wygunga River
8am Island time
18 October 2040

      The squad of Kzinti hacked their way through the thick foliage chasing after the different scents of “game” that drew their attention. They found nothing but burnt offerings at the town they had just sacked through. The inhabitants torch’d their own belongings and fled into the foliage as if that would protect them from the advancing invaders...

      First Sargent Mitsugo took a moment to savor the scent..."young deer” he thought....how wonderful it would taste with rice and curry. His Captain had to slap the stupid out of him...

     “Keep your eyes attentive!” The officer snapped. “The enemy could pop up from anywhere!”

      Mitsugo snorted back...”Enemy? What were those morsels they had run over a few miles back? Their elite troops?” Mitsugo thought. “They were not even worth tooth picks but the little kangaroo cub’s pleading as Mitsugo ran it through with his bayonet was a juicy experience enough.”

     Suddenly there was a flash! A flash of light....heat and the feeling of a hundred bee stings hitting all over Mitsugo’s front from his legs to his chin!”

     Talk about caution and eyes? The Captain had stepped on a trip wire which pulled out a pin which primed a fuse which lit off a claymore mine tied to a tree at just the right height to shred flesh....and groins!
  
       ‘VAH-BOOM!” The squad of tigers was thrown Helter Skelter roaring, screaming, bleeding and dying in their tracks! Mitsugo stumbled, cursed and growled as he fumbled for his rifle amidst his screaming and crying comrades...

         Then as he recovered his weapon and tried to get his bearings on reality....something came shooting up from the river beside him. He turned fast....trying to get his bolt action rifle up and sighted in on the flying target and his eyes locked onto the pearl black eyes of the little beast armed with a......bow and arrow?

        “What the fluck are you looking at ass hole?” Harper the Recon Marine Otter snarled as he drew a bead on his target and inwardly prayed to his ancient Suwani warrior elders for their strength....the Otter seemed to float for a moment, his deadly steel tipped arrow aimed right for the middle of Mitsugo’s head....

         “Night night dick wad.” Harper snarled as he cut loose the deadly bolt and drilled Mitsugo’s skull and brain in half before falling back into the waters below. Another sacrifice cheerfully given to Harper’s ancestors.

         The otter clipped the old bow to his web belt and swam naked down the Wygunga to find another target. All the Recon otters were now independent of each other except if things demanded different. There was only one group of orders....find a cache of weapons....kill the mother flucken enemy....protect the Out Backers. The jungles were the refuge of the weak and helpless while the water was the otter’s mother. She would protect them while her children would deal death to the enemy until victory was achieved or they joined their ancient ancestors in the great heavenly river Anduwin...cradle of the slain, home of their fathers. Rubbing the tribal tattoo on his chest gave Harper both energy and inner peace. If he were to die? He would die with joy in his heart that he had lived in the stead of his great warrior fathers before him.

        He’d been engaged constantly now for three hours and the need for some rest was evident. Harper allowed the flow of the Wygunga to carry him along for some distance until he came to the under water cave he and a few of his squad had carved out when they first arrived in the Out Backs. As he broke the surface of the entry into the cave’s interior, Harper felt Justin, one of his squad mates, grab hold of an arm and toss him to a sliding stop on his belly...

      “Too “pooped” to pop ay Harpy?” Justin said as he walked to a bucket and pulled out some muscles....”Snack?” He offered.

      “Pooped nothing dude.” Harper replied. “I wasted a foot patrol about fifteen minutes ago. Should have seen this one “Zin Zin”...he froze like a statue mammal...I put a nice one right through his fricken fruit bowl.”

       Justin snorted. “I had one of those dicks chansing me through the water in a loin cloth.”

       “Get the fuck outa here?!” Harper snorted.

       “Seriously mammal! All teeth and claws on my hump! They can sure swim!” Justin said as he showed of a nice claw slice to his calf.

       “All tigers can swim.” Harper said waving a paw. “He didn’t get you obviously?”

      “No.” Justin replied. “I snit in his mouth.”

      “Oh you kinky bastard.” Harper snorted. “That’s just all wrong mammal.”

       “Kept him from clamping down on my ass.” Justin snarled. “I blinded him with my knife then shoved a grenade down his gullet.....BOOM!”
  
        Harper flopped back on his back and rubbed his tail....”Sheesh I’m sore all over from swimming but the target environment is freeking rich!”

        Justin nodded then frowned...”I know we haven’t heard anything yet but you know they attacked home?”

        Sorry for them if they invaded.” Harper said snorting. “We probably swam up and down the beach cutting their fricken tendons so they can’t walk and then their fricken throats.”

       “Don’t be too sure.” Justin replied. “I heard skuttle butt before we evacuated the capital city here that they bombed Zootopia. After that? Nothing since.”

        Harper chewed on his tail tip. “Bomb the land all they fricken please...our families took to the deep water, they’re just fine. Like I said? They’re probably cutting tendons, throats then chipping the nuts off those “clock suckers” for soup stock.”

        “Glad too see you’re so pumped up.” Justin said as he waved a paw around. “Only you better tamper that down a little bit or you’ll get over confident and end up like Sherman.”

         Harper frowned. “Sherman? What? What happened to Sherman?”

         “There was nothing I could do to help him.” Justin said as he looked down. “I watched them torture him. They speared him clean through tail to mouth and stuck him on a skewer fry...he slowly cooked to death.”

         Harper turned his head away....”Damn it.”

         “You realize that our odds are a little over stacked right?” Justin reminded Harper. “There’s no way in hell both of us could last all the way through this little occupation of theirs. If I were you? I’d try to keep a grenade or a bullet or something handy to end things on your own terms and not theirs. I certainly don’t intend to get flucked up the butt with a cooking skewer. Fluck those cats.”

           Justin walked up and shook Harpers shoulders. “Try to get some sleep for the night? We’re only half way through round one of this ball game.”

         Harper rubbed his “tribal tatt”....”I bet those “Tiggers” thought otters were easy picks. Can’t wait till night. I wonder of they have NVG’s?”

        Felines don’t need NVG (Night Vision Goggles) which is why I have plenty of “Herpie” on hand.” “Herpie” is a slang word for Heat Reduction Paste, a thick gel the otters smeared over themselves to reduce their heat signature and ambient light refraction so as to give them some stealth advantages against their enemies. The only set back was....it caused bothersome itching and irritation of their fur coats which made aiming weapons a pain in the ass. It also made their private parts feel like a bonfire so going sans “naked glide” through the water wasn’t advisable.

        Justin dangled something in his paw....”Look? I have a pretty pink ball cup just for you.” He said as he smiled and pointed at the groin protector.

       “Oh fluck you mammal.” Harper snorted as he rested and hugged a body pillow.

       “I know you crave excitement dude so what’s more exciting than popping up on a “Zin Zin” wearing a pink ball cup? The mother flucker will laugh so hard, he’ll die before you drill his fruit cup.”

        “Hmph....Then you wear it.” Harper snorted back. “Now be quiet and let me sleep?”

 9:52 am
The Zootopian Attack Submarine Thresher
Depth: 100 feet
Location: 50 nautical miles from the Island of Roya.

    “We’re going into another tight turn!” Sargent Major Osa (Tanuki) Yelled from the control board. “Tubes One to Four have gone yellow light!”

     “Loading up for another salvo!” Perkins replied as he and Botasky held on to the same vertical hand pole....

     “Wanna do a pole dance Packy?!” Botasky snickered.

     “You doing a pole dance would be a crime against Mammality Bodah.” Perkins replied.

      “What about the first four torpedoes Packy? We haven’t felt any detonations, did they “dud” out or what?”

      “Not likely.” Perkins replied. “Mark 48‘s don’t dud. Forgot that an evil genius designed those fish Bodah? The controller back home must be playing around with them. Advantage to us....big foxtrot uniform to the enemy.”

9:52am
Bunny Valley High School
Bunny Borough

     Alphius sat oblivious to the complaints of his school mates, his focus stayed locked to his smart phone as he tracked and typed orders to each of the deadly Mark 48 torpedoes now coursing their way to their target...

     “Will you stop having oral sex with your damn tongue and kill that bastard already?!” Demitor snapped!

      Alphius gave the rabbit a smack on the nose! “One more out of you Demi and I’ll bite you!” Alphius snapped! “I’ll hit it in my own sweet time. I’m loading up for another four shots because a pair of smaller ships just entered the picture and they probably don’t know there’s “fish” in the water yet. If I strike too soon? I’ll put the Thresher in danger.”

      Alphius snickered as he raised his paw finger over the phone...”That’s it....come here you little fluckers......come here......and.......

 9:56 am
The Zootopian Attack Submarine Thresher
Depth: attack depth
Location: 50 nautical miles from the Island of Roya.

“BLOOSH! BLOOSH! BLOOSH! BLOOSH!”

“Four more torpedoes out!” Osa screamed from his control! “We’re crash diving for the floor!”

Perkins snarled....”That means the controllers getting ready to attack whatever’s above! Things are going to get interesting really quick!

9:59 am
The Kzinti light cruiser Kokusai
Battleship Great Kzin task force
Location: 50 nautical miles from the Island of Roya.

     The news runing through the ship made Seaknight first class (a three stripe seaman in the US Navy) Shimbushi joyous. The fleet had triumphed over one of the Zootopian destroyers, sending it to the bottom and ridding the world of its “ilk”. The army’s first swarm of rockets had struck the enemy brutally while they basked in their loathsome and decadent comforts, no doubt sending many of them to a much deserved place in hell. The news from the many operations against other lands was re-assuring that Kzinti purity, discipline and “Zigatsudai” (battle savor) were more than a match for any weapon or tactic the enemy could hope to defeat the glorious legions of his majesty.

     High atop the fighting structure of the Kokusai...Shimbushi had a great view of the task force with the Great Kzin as the power center and her attending ships sailing around her. In another hour they would join up with Great Kzin’s sister the Great Majesty and the combined force would sail to the shores of Zootopia to deliver further messages of justice against that filthy perversion against nature, that cist of evil which dared to put predators as equals to food stock, carrion and vermin.

       Shimbashi was just bringing the destroyer Yamanaki, in front of the Kokusai, into view through his binoculars...when she seemed to just fly out of the water surrounded by an expanding....churning.....foaming circle of bubbles below her hull...

      She lifted up......bent in the center......then exploded in a ball of vapor, flame and smoke as he keel snapped in half and her fuel and ammunition went up in a hell fire throwing debris and Kzinti bodies through the air!

       The alarm claxons began to sound throughout the ship as a huge column of water seemed to leap from the hull of the Grand Kzin! A submarine? Shimbashi yelped to himself as he tried to scan the water for torpedo trails or a perescope....then his own ship lurched hard and shook violently from it’s own encounter with the deadly Mark 48. 

The Destroyer Growler
9:55am
Main PDC (Power Distributor Center)

      The feeling of sea water going down his throat brought Jackson Wilde back to his senses and the Bunny Fox struggled to his feet and fell back against the compartment ladder shaking his head and wincing from the pains in his body...

      “Gnah......FLUCK!” Jackson screamed out! Then he realized he was tasting copper and wiped his mouth...

      He was drooling blood? Quickly he self assessed....busted some teeth....lost some teeth.....bleeding gums....”spit”....”Mother flucker” but otherwise and by grace....Jackson was alive and lucky to be so....

      The Kzinti shell slammed into the joining point between the overhead deck of the compartment, a main hull frame and the hull. Some how all the spauling “shrap” missed turning Jackson into bunny burger but it didn’t miss the rest...or did it?

      Jackson’s head rung like a bell but he heard Albert screaming from Box Five....”CHARGE! THROW THE GOD DAMNED CHARGE HANDLE! JACKSON?! WAKE THE FLUCK UP AND THROW THE CHARGE HANDLE!”

     Jackson stumbled around, sntched up a pair of sound powered phones, struggled to get them on his head and grabbed the power apply handle to box five.....

     “BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....

     And......nothing happened!
  
    “BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch again!....

      And......nothing happened!

      “WHAT THE FLUCK?!” Jackson snapped as he threw the switch over and over with nothing happening! “GAWD DAMN IT FRITH!” Jackson screamed as he smacked the box with his paw! He then looked around frantic to find the problem and came eye to eye with Arden Gull...

      Arden was propping himself against the far bulkhead, his feather hands clasping over his stomach.....blood pouring from a terrible wound that had opened him up. His intestines dangled from under his feather hands...

      “ARDEN?!” Jackson screamed as he stumbled and ran to his wounded first class supervisor and caught him as he collapsed to his knees....

      “Arden?” Jackson said as he placed a paw on Arden’s gull beak. “The box isn’t energizing! Let me get a first aid kit!”

      Arden grimaced back...”Too late for that kid.” He said painfully as he pointed a feather finger....”The power in-line cables’ been severed...we gotta splice......gotta splice it....back....”

      The water in the compartment was rising with every roll of the destroyer....Arden snatched a life jacket off a near by hook and struggled to get it on Jackson....”Get this on Jackie....you’re gonna need it. Only.... only one thing to do.....now.....you gotta be ready to throw the switch....when I fuse that cable together.....”

      Arden snatched Jackson and carried him to the compartment ladder...”Here kid....hold on......to the rubber parts on the rails....keep those big feet out of the water....”

      Jackson shook his head. “Arden? What the fluck are you doing Mammal?! You’re bleeding out! Let me help you!”

      “IT’S TOO LATE!” Arden screamed back! “IF WE......IF WE DON’T GET THE MAIN CABLE SPLICED.......IT’S GAME OVER!”

      Arden gripped Jackson by the life jacket....”When you get home Jackie? Tell......tell my little brother Bailey?......tell him......how much....how much I loved him....please kid? please?” Arden grimaced as he turned his head away.

      As Arden turned to walk away....Jackson screamed at him! “NO ARDEN! DON’T! STOP DAMN IT! ARDEN! ARDEN!”

      Arden grabbed the severed cable that was under the water, took hold of the charged cable coming from the wall of the compartment and brought them together.....

“SHHHHHHHHHRACK! BOOM!”

     A luminous brilliance of blue filled the compartment as the high voltage charge fused the power cable whole....and Arden ceased to exist!

    “NO!” Jackson screamed! “NO!” He screeched as he flopped back into the water filled compartment and swam his way back to box number five! He grabbed hold of the power charging switch again and screamed into his sound powered phones.....

    “BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....

     And......nothing happened!

    “BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....

      And......nothing happened!

     “YOU MOTHER FLUCKEN BITCH IN HELL!” Jackson screamed as he madly pounded on the box! “YOU NO GOOD COCK SUCKER!”

     Albert appeared at one of the open panels above Jackson’s head! “JACKIE! SWITCH THE JUMPER CABLE TO ANOTHER JOLLY PORT AND TRY AGAIN! CALM DOWN AND THINK!”

     “EASY FOR YOU TO SAY YOU LITTLE FLUCK!” Jackson snapped back as he pulled the jumping cable from a jolly port and slammed it into another....

      “CROSS CONNECT TO PORT A-13! BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....
  
      And......nothing happened!

      Jackson pulled the jumping cable from that port and slammed it into another....

      “CROSS CONNECT TO PORT A-14! BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....
  
      And......nothing happened!

      Jackson sagged and started to cry....”It’s not working! Frith gawd damn it! Give me some help will you please?! The gawdess of mny father! HELP ME!” Jackson grimaced as he pulled the cable from A-14 and pushed it into A-15....

   “CROSS CONNECT TO PORT A-15! BATTLE BRIDGE, MAIN PDC! CHARGING NOW! PLEASE FRITH! PLEASE!” Jackson screamed as he threw the switch!....

     And Power Box Five screamed to life with a loud angry hum that filled the compartment!

     “BATTLE BRIDGE! MAIN PDC! MAIN POWER SUPPLY RESTORED! MAIN POWER SUPPLY RESTORED!” Jackson screamed into his phone!

Destroyer Growler
Armored Battle Bridge
9:59am

     “BATTLE BRIDGE! MAIN PDC! MAIN POWER SUPPLY RESTORED! MAIN POWER SUPPLY RESTORED!” Jackson’s voice screamed over the bridge intercom as Rudy Dolf quickly worked the missile console as his control station lights lit up!

     “CAPTAIN?! I HAVE POWER TO WEAPONS! STANDING BY TO SNAP FIRE THE MULTI-HIT ROCKETS! NO TIME TO CALCULATE FOR DISTANCE! WE’RE GOING TO GET HIT IF WE SHOOT!”

      Captain Winsor groaned then gnashed his teeth...”As long “they” fricken die, we’ll take the risk....KILL THOSE BASTARDS DOLF! LAUNCH AWAY FOUR BARRAGE ROCKETS NOW!”

     “AYE AYE! FOUR BARRAGE ROCKETS AWAY!” The enraged reindeer screamed as he brought his clenched hoof hand down upon the firing button after punching in what information he could! He then braced for the storm to come!

9:59am
In the water...Zepher and Demish

      Zepher turned his head towards the Growler as the entire bow became enveloped in flames and white clouds of steam and vapor erupted from the rockets now blasting clear of their vertical launcher tubes....

     “Oh......fluck!” The fox yelped as he stood on Demish’s chest and watched the rockets climb.

     “Fluck you to hell you bastards.” Demish said as he raised his arm and threw a middle finger skyward.

     “Fluck them?!” Zepher yelped. “Fluck us if any of those warheads land near us dude!”

      Demish smiled back...”Then you won’t have to worry about becoming a flag on some Kzinti’s car huh?”

     Zepher dropped into a shivering ball and covered his head! “Please?! Just make it quick! AND DON’T HIT MY ASS!” 

10pm

      The four multiple warhead barrage rockets reached their perigee moment 100 feet above the ocean where they rolled and came screaming back down towards their intended target. At 600 feet, the outer skins of their upper stages broke in half releasing twenty independent warheads who’s single rocket motors now added to their closing velocity as they sped back down towards the surface and their intended and unintended targets. Forty five hundred pound conical penetrators of death came screaming in at over four hundred knots to connect with steel, water or anything unlucky to be too close to avoid a near strike...

       Zepher felt himself launched airborne from Dimish’s chest as a warhead punched the water a few feet away and detonated under the pair of struggling swimming mammals....

      Darla was on her way back to the hatch above Main PDC when she jumped sideways into a compartment to avoid being killed by the fast moving volume of flame and destruction that raced over second broadway below the main deck when a warhead punched through and detonated in the Chief’s berthing....

      Ten warheads slammed their right target. Punching through the decks of the Kzinti destroyer from the stern to the bow...the resulting explosion from her fuel to her main magazines made her look like the USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor...one second the destroyer was unleashing a broadside of shells.....the next....she was a floating holocaust of roasting flames, flying bodies and body parts and her bow was catapulted through the air a quarter of a mile! The Kzinti heavy destroyer Ayoyama.....ceased to exist as it blew up....rolled over.....and slipped under the waves.

18 October 2040
11:38am
Carnifex Station
Cross junction between Iner-highway One and National Route 394

      Ori Hopps had wonderment in his eyes at first then his ears dropped and a noted sadness came over his face as he looked at the heavy smoke billowing from the downtown of Zootopia and flowing along the clear blue sky in a long dirty tail. He snapped his head back to the city on the hill as one of the tall buildings began to fall apart then came crashing down to the streets below with a large puff of grey matter shooting into the sky....

      “Ori?” Nori Hopps asked as he pulled on Ori’s pants. “Sit down and keep your mind off that...”

       Ori sat down next to Nori and sighed....”How many? How many do you think?”

       “I don’t want to know brother and right now it doesn’t mean a damn thing. There’s nothing you and I can do for them so don’t let it cloud your bucket?” Nori said as he tapped Ori’s head with a paw finger.

         “You’re worried about Dori? Aren’t you?” Ori asked.

          “He can handle himself.” Nori replied as he tightened his grip on his BAR rifle. “My worry is just you....Owen and Powen.”

          Ori slowly rested his head on his brother’s shoulder. “If I told you I was scared Nori? Would you call me a pussy?”

         “Sheesh Ori, will you stop?” Nori snorted. “Please tell me you’re not playing around? If you’re playing around you smart butt...”

         “I’m not.” Ori replied. “Honestly...I’m scared Nori.”

          Nori noogie’d Ori on the head....”Why do I have to be everyone’s comfort bear today? You’re like the third mammal in this company who’s talked to me about being scared.”

         “Well you’re a little scared, aren’t you brother?” Ori asked. “You’re scared for Dori? I can tell.”

         Nori took a deep breath...”Ok.....ok, ok......yes.....I am scared Ori. I’d rather have Dori here.”

         Ori smiled as he reached into his pants pocket and whipped out a bagie full of Vanilla wafers....”Good thing Dori prepared for such an emergency.”
 
         Nori smiled softly....”He always finds a way.”

         Ori opened the bag and gave some of the wafers to Nori. “He had this put together for....you know.....typical emergencies? Wrote you a letter too....” Ori said as he opened the slip of paper....

         “Dear Bear, Bear.....just a reminder that I’m never far away. We’re always a brood no matter how distant. Chin up, eyes ahead, sight well, protect our family. And please spank the snit out of Ori...spank him till his tail is blister blue...because he deserves it and he’ll perform better in combat so wind up and shatter his sorry butt to the moon. Always your “Door...Door”....Dori. P.S. beat the snit out of that disobedient Ori that little smart mouthed brat!”

         Nori snatched the letter away from Ori. “What....the heck is wrong with your brain Ori?! Sheesh....you sick little perverted rodent?! No! No in hell I am NOT going to spank you!”

         Nori then froze as he saw some of his fellow marines giving him strange looks....”Oh....Frith in hell.” He snorted as he poised a paw over Ori’s head. “I should beat the snot out of you Ori.”

        Powen patted Nori’s shoulder....”Not now....we’re pulling into Carnifex Station. Behave.”

        Ori snorted at Nori....”You call me a pervert? You ever wonder why Powen stays so calm? Bet he “jack rabbits” himself ten times a day. You know they say playing with yourself reduces stress?”

         Nori snorted back. “Sheesh.....with you it’s an abysmal waste of effort.”

        The Deuce truck came to a stop in the center of the small town and the Marines piled out as did others when their trucks halted. Owen Hopps quickly followed Captain Oakley and the senior company Sargent, Tallon, into the commandeered conference room of a local “Motel Six” where their senior commander, Captain Fedallah was throwing his maps on a table....

        “Alright....quite the challenge we have given what we don’t know about the Kzinti outside of the limited stuff we have concerning their infantry and artillery. You sat in on the last updated intelligence didn’t you Oak? Can i call you Oak?” Fedallah asked with a gesture.

        “Can I call you “fedster?”.” Oakly asked.

         “You can call me “Fido” and I promise I won’t get butt hurt like most wolves do.”

          Oakley nodded. “Well? We know they have plentyof good and accurate artillery...high velocity 88 millimeter guns are no joke, but that’s towed artillery and they have to get that off the boats first....if any boats make it to land. We have no idea of what kind of armor they might have. We don’t know if they’ll have air support to back them up and we don’t know jack feet about their naval capabilities”

         Oakley hopped up onto a chair and leaned over the tactical map. They have the road coming from the beach. The right side coming towards Carnifax is bordered by Tundra Town’s environment retaining wall...that’s an obvious death trap they’ll try to avoid even if it was the quickest way to try and breach Southern Tundra Town. We go.....five miles Southeast along the inner-urban highway and east? Most of that land is broken, rocky, full of river waddis and saddle dips....not good tank country but plenty of places for a strong infantry to make a swift advance....unless they don’t want to be artillery hamburger meat.”

        Oakly pointed a finger at the main road coming from the coast. “The road for them is a real obvious trap, to say nothing of being a blood funnel. Sand and rock massifs on both sides, no wide spaces to avoid mines and a perfect artillery shooting ground. All in all the land gives us the advantage for our unit size.”

       Owen looked over the map after asking Tallon to set him on the table...”Captains? Will all respect?” Captain Oakley? I think our company should take up the “waddle plain” that’s five miles South of here. At least as far as with rabbits Sir.”

      Oakley rubbed his chin. “Go on?”

      “Well Sir?” Owen replied. “Me and my brothers played there on family vacations. It’s actually soft and pliable sand about half way from the coast yet the underlayment is a good clay for making fighting holes and sniper warrens. Bigger mammals would have a hell of a time moving around there but it’s perfect for rabbits and hares. I think the company is reasonably split so....give me? Fourteen rabbits, a mortar crew and a demo for mine laying?”

      Oakley thought...”If they had reasonably good armor? Could they traverse that ground?”

      “They’d get stuck half way through...” Owen replied. “If they were over confident. Like I said....it’s good ground for bunnies to defend.”

       Oakley looked at Fedallah....”Your call.”

       “Give em what he needs.” Fedallah said with a paw wave. “Make sure you set yourself well down there Sargent.”

        Owen saluted in reply. “Yes Sir.”

       Nori, Ori and Powen sat together by one of the deuce trucks as Ori typed on his smart phone to their mother Bonnie back in Bunny Borough.

       “We can’t tell you where we are Momma.” Ori typed. “You know? All that secret squirrel blah, blah? but we’re fine and happy you and paw are ok.”

        Nori typed....”Love you Maw...hugs Paw Paw.”

       Powen typed....”We’re fine Mom. Kisses for Dad.”

       Owen walked up and crossed his arms. “And why are you guys just sitting here when we have stuff to take care of?”

      Ori replied...”We were just text’n Ma and Pa.”

       Owen gestured. “Give me the phone Ori? You know the rules?”

       “Aw come on Owen?” Ori replied. “We just wanted them to know we’re ok?”

      Owen demanded. “Now Ori?! And please don’t strain yourself? You’re not getting spanked, sheesh grow up?”

       Ori passed the phone to Owen and the lead of the brood typed....”Mmmmmm.....big hugs n kisses....gottah go.....family first....Owen.” He then dropped the phone into his pants pocket.

       If you bust up my phone Owen Hopps? I’ll chew off your tail!” Ori snapped.

      “Save the aggression for the “Zin Zin” Ori. You’re gonna need it. We’re all going to play in the old sand box boys so get your gear up and don’t forget your “pails and digs” for sand castles.”

18 October 2040
11:47am
Chuck and Omaha’s apartment
Riverside...Southeast suburb of downtown Zootopia

       Will sat on the couch with his arm wrapped around Jaden the red English fox as he sat sullen over the loss of his room mate Marty the otter...

      “Jade? Water?” Will asked as he showed Jaden the water bottle. “Come on Jade? Take some sips, you need to drink after all that you walking.”

     Jaden took a healthy guzzle and sighed....”I didn’t even get to say good bye...I know we weren’t “super close”? It was a mutual rental arrangement between us and we were.....you know? Loose and “flingy” but....you get to know someone like Marty and it’s....”

    Will petted Jaden’s head. “I know mammal...”

     “You must be doing flip flops in your head right now huh?” Jaden asked. “You have a steady....you don’t know where he is....don’t know if he’s all right.”

      Will sat back...”I just try not to think about it right now. If Gilly saw me all busted up? I’d probably get rabbit kicked in the snoot. I’m supposed to be Mister “All teeth and claw” for him you know? A big rock of Canid stability.” Will said as he patted his chest...”Yeah right. I was in a drain pipe chewing my tail between my legs like a little bitch.”

      “And you stink like it.” Omaha the cat said as she put some snacks on her coffee table. “Go wash you disgusting wolf! Sitting on my couch and you smell like piss. Good thing I put plastic down on it.”

      “Omaha? Bash his brains in why don’t you?” Chuck huffed.

      “Any word from Bobby?” Will asked Chuck the cat as he sat in a recliner.

      “No.” Chuck replied. “I did get a text from Whitney though? She guesses what she’s seen and knows doesn’t count for snit now. Sort of a mute point.”

      Will shook his head in reply....”No. It’s not mute.”

       “It’s not?” Chuck asked. “Will? We’ve just been bombed, who knows how many are dead in Zootopia right now? The Kzinti are invading a dozen other lands...why is Whitney’s experiences not a mute point?”

      “Because I don’t call having to hold a dying otter in my paws a mute point....Chuck!” Will said as he gestured to Jaden. “My Uncle’s with the Marines perhaps waiting for the Kzinti to invade, my little brother wants to join up, my boyfriend....my fiance is out on a destroyer somewhere, none of this is suddenly “academic” when we were sending our submarines on spy missions!”

       Omaha waved a paw...”Easy Will....Chuck? I see his point. What if “we” caused all this? What if one of our submarines decided it was better to shoot first and ask later?”

       Chuck shook his head....”An attack this big? This took weeks, perhaps months of planning to throw something this big with as much scope as this seems to have...”

      “And their decision could have been brought about because they caught wind of what Zootopia was doing or they nailed one of our drones...it’s one thing if the Kzinti did this without a solid reason  but if their reason was a valid one? We have the right to know...especially when we worked so damn hard to keep an uneasy peace that “we” may have just flucked away because of some underhanded snit.”

       Chuck sighed....”Well what then Will? Do you want us to bend over like a bunch of whores and get our tails.....” Chuck stopped....”I’m sorry. I’m sorry....I was getting way over the top....”

      “Spare it Chuck.” Will sighed. “We’re all going a thousand miles an hour right now  but we can’t abandon everything we stand for...I’m not one to just toss hope in the trash.”

        Jaden sighed....”It’s total war now isn’t it? A fight to the death?”

        “Something I think we all agree we never wanted.” Will said as he checked his phone messages...”Oh my Gawdess Luna...” He said as he dropped his head low....

       “What?” Chuck asked as he bent down....”Will?”

       Will handed Chuck his phone and Chuck read the news text....

       “It is with great sadness that Z.O.O. informs the public that Mayor Caesar Leo and his wife Pansha were both killed at the executive mansion as a result of today’s attack. Their cubs were found alive and are in safe custody in an undisclosed location.”

        “It is also our sad duty to report that the Naval Department has informed us that the Destroyer ZND Gnu York was lost with all hands in valiant combat against enemy naval forces in the Northern Sea. Her captain’s last radio message home said...”We gave them our best. We did not give them lambs but they know they fought lions”

       Will got up and walked upset towards the bathroom....

        “Will?!” Omaha said as she followed him. “Will?”

        Will turned and waved his paws as tears flowed down his face. “I just need a few minutes alone...okay? Just?......just give me a few minutes please?”

18 October 2040
noon
The Campus of Zootopia University

        Bailey Gull walked out of the tunnel that spidered in all directions under the bleachers of the college football stadium with others from his semester classes and looked over the destruction that had come down on the college. The sciences lab building took a direct hit and was collapsed from a large five story brick building to a pancake of debris that had fallen into the foundation. The main lecture hall was on fire. Dotsman Dorm for the females was burning and half collapsed. Smoke was hanging all over the campus...

      And there was Bailey’s Tanuki room mate Genda sitting in a circle with a bear, a racoon, a giraffe and a cape buffalo. They were popping beers and eating out of Pringles canisters?

     “Oh.....kay?” Bailey said as he walked up. “And this is perfectly natural in a time of chaos.”

      Genda gestured. “Sit dude! First order of business is that of survival.”

      “Survival means.....Pringles? And......beer?” Bailey said as he sat scratching his head. “Uh? Has anyone figured it out yet that the campus is.....well.....rather trashed out?”

       “And to negate the traumatic effects of this disaster my friend? We of the house “Fay-tah-Com-Ply” are taking a therapeutic approach to warding off PTSD....Beer?” Genda asked. “Bails? Sit and relax avian compadre? Not like we’re going anywhere.”

       Bailey sat on the ground and took a beer. “Just got a text that the Mayor is dead...and the Destroyer Gnu York is gone.”

       The Buffalo, named Zamfire, replied....”The Gnu York? What about the rest of the Navy? Who’s going to be the Mayor?”

       “I’ve heard nothing about the assistant Mayor’s condition.” The Giraffe named Judith said. “I heard the Navy’s fighting all over the place right now. The assault ship Sayoni is on fire from bow to backside. Rumor has it that the Kzinti will hit us with more rockets before they invade. Crazy news is on over drive.”

      Judith turned to Bailey. “Isn’t your brother in the Navy?” She asked.

      “He’s on the Destroyer Growler.” Bailey replied. “Haven’t heard anything about him yet.”

      “I’m sorry I asked that Bailey?” Judith said bowing her head.

      “Nah....” Bailey replied. “I’m sure Arden’s fine. If something had happened, the news would have caught something from the ship by now. I’m trying not to worry over it like I’m wondering what we’re all supposed to do next, I mean...sitting here and consuming beers and chips amidst a war doesn’t sound as part of Campus policy.”

      The Racoon, Griswald, waved a paw around...”Masterbating?! Masterbating should be Campus policy in an emergency sitaution!”

      “Here....here.....” Genda said raising his beer. “So noted and added. Intense masterbation emergency protocol 1, all in favor?”

      “Aye.....Aye.....Masterbating yes indeed.....perfect stress reliever.” The others in the group said.

       “Chips, beer, masterbating and......and.......pit sniffing!” Bailey blurted out!

        “Here.....here! Especially after a football riot!” Genda yelped. “Pit sniffing?” He asked the others.

      “Oh yes....pit sniffing.” Judith said. “Long.....long sniffing of pits. Second the motion entirely.”

       Bailey shook his head. “Here we are in the midst of a national disaster and we’re adding “pit sniffing” to campus policy? Government at work.”

      “Yes....” Genda replied. “Here, here....government is never more efficient when it talks pit sniffing.”

      Suddenly the “BIG MOUTH” Campus wide speaker sounded out....

     “Now hear this....Now hear this....All students with medical experience, first aid experience and all students in medical practitioner courses please report to Ling Hall! That is.....all students with medical experience, first aid experience and all students in medical practitioner courses please report to Ling Hall!”

      Genda and Griswald stood up. “Well? Guess we got something to do after all. The rest of you please remain to continue consummation of beverages and dried potatoes and debate if fart sniffing should become part of campus emergency procedures. Mister Bailey offer the positives and Miss Judith tell him he’s a blithering flucken moron. Everyone please take care of yourselves and We’ll see you?.......I dunno but we’ll see you sometime if we’re all not blown to hell by then.”

The Destroyer Growler
10am
Main PDC (Power Distributor Center)

      The water was surging into the compartment fast, the inflow pushing Jackson backwards as he struggled to swim for Box Number Five but to no avail as he was swept back and against the compartment ladder where he struggled to hold on to the hand rails....

     “Cough! Cough! ALBERT! MYLER! Cough! Cough!” Jackson gasped and coughed as he pulled himself up to the scuttle hatch in the larger water tight drop door above his head...

      The small hatch would not open! Jackson fought with the spin wheel and pushed with all his strength against the hatch but it wouldn’t budge!...

      He looked back at the climbing sea water now lapping at his feet and hit a button on his sound powered phone...

     “Cough! Petty Officer Jackson in PDC! Petty Officer Jackson in PDC! I can’t get out! The compartment’s flooding and I can’t get out! Can anyone help me?! Please?! The water’s rising fast and I can’t get out!”

     Darla was stumbling down the shattered second Broadway passage climbing over wreckage and avoiding flames shooting from various compartments when she heard Jackson’s screaming coming from a communication box on a bulkhead...”Jackie?! It’s me! Are you still in PDC?!”

     “Darla?!” Jackson’s terrified voice replied. “Darla?! I’m trapped! I can’t get out and the waters up to my waist! It’s coming up quick!” The sound of Jackson pounding on the scuttle. “I CAN’T GET OUT! FLUCK!I CAN’T GET OUT! I’M GONNA DIE! MOM! DAD! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

     Darla gnashed her teeth...”I’m coming Jackie! Just hang on...I’m coming!”

      “It’s too late!” Jackson replied....”It’s up to my chest! Oh Frith! Oh Vulpix! Darla! Don’t try to come after me! It’s too dangerous! Darla?! Tell my Mom and Dad?......Tell em I did all I could! Oh Gawd!”

      Darla took off on her four legs screaming....’GET OUT OF THE WAY! GET OUT OF MY FLUCKEN WAY!”

      Jackson cried and gripped the speed wheel of the hatch as the water reached his chin....”No.....no......no.......I don’t want to die!” He sobbed as he craned his head back and put his lips as close to the overhead as he could.....”Mom.....Dad......Darla....I loved you......I love.......I love.......Oh Gawd!.....Oh Gawdess!.....Oh Gawd!.......”

      The water enveloped Jackson’s thrashing body as he fought to hold his breath as long as he could before he was forced to draw in a long and terrible amount of fluid into his lungs...his last moments of consciousness spent seeing nothing but the uncaring green darkness of a murdering ocean around him.

End of Chapter 46